The egotist ......

Should i speak
of what i've done
or should i think
of days to come

Everyday is a new surprise
like a shooting star in the darkened skies

Moments spent in agony
days lost in distress
Sweetest times and memories
nothing that can be replaced

Everyday that i welcome
with an open heart with the morning drums

Not a sound i hear
Not a sight i see
The darkness is playing
tricks on me

I rise above
for the rest to see
Then end it all
as they cheer for me!!

- The Crooked Pen